12 November 2012
A malicious battlefield where all will die, Flimsy boats treated like slaves, A dangerous game of dodgems, In, a rushing wall of water caves.
Water meanders through cardboard caverns, Like a child lost from it’s mother, Mountains watch on in guilty remorse, A torrent of tidal waves towers.
Buildings collapse into children’s lego blocks, Fragments which once made a home, Waves engulf rooftops like a blanket of hatred, A mischievous life snatcher roams.
People are screaming “Fire! Fire!” As a charge of flickering flames emerge, Mothers are crying for their drowning loved ones, As their carcasses cascade away in the surge…
The Tsunami • Opuss № I